Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

I was wrong. "Come,” he ordered, and I walked slowly to him, but he was patient, something I never expected in a man like Damien. The moment I was close enough, he drew me closer until my naked body was flush against his. I couldn’t help but cower. “If it makes you comfortable, then I could also walk around naked when we are alone," he whispered in my ears, and I inhaled. Damien was a very sexual man; everything about him spoke that: his voice, his body, that beautiful hair, and those very dark eyes that could bring any woman to their knees. I didn’t think a man like Damien could be faithful; I would be a fool to be hurt when I discovered he wasn't.

He grasped her legs firmly and let his fingers glide from her foot all the way up to her thighs. She trembled at his touch, which was also her sensitive spot, until she felt the warmth pooling between her thighs. “Let go!” She pulled her leg back, but he tightened his grip, his hands moving slowly over her belongings, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re wet,” he said gruffly, his eyes drawn to her flawless thighs. Wow, she was absolutely stunning! Her legs were perfect. Silky and gentle, completely flawless. Everything was spotless. He kept his hand moving on her inner thighs, captivated by the way her body rose and fell with each deep breath.

I shouldn't be thinking about this now, but I can’t help it. His torso, barely covered by the tattered remains of his shirt, is lined with cuts and scratches. But every muscle flexes with inhuman strength. His dark hair clings to his sweat-slicked face, only intensifying the fierce look in his eyes. He’s dangerous, untamed... and he’s mine.

His huge back was on display and I swear, I haven't seen a sexy man like him in my whole life. No matter how evil he is, he is insanely handsome and I have to give it to him. He swirled the glass in his hand and turned towards me while leaning against the table, looking at me with something different in his eyes like he had conquered everything. Everything he always wanted! I know what he wants, he made it clear before agreeing to marriage. He agreed to marry me and now it's my turn to give him for which I agreed. How bad it could be? How difficult he will be than Laurence. It's just a matter of two minutes like it used to be with Laurence. Right? Let's just do it and get over it.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

According to them, nothing unusual had happened in the castle while I was gone. But I knew better. Someone with dark magic was somewhere within these castle walls. The hunt feast was about to begin. I entered the hall with Amara, hand in hand. She wore a beautiful red evening gown. After the opening speech, the hall filled with the aroma of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and sweet desserts. Golden platters held roasted vegetables, spiced breads, and delicate pastries. Crystal goblets shimmered with red and white wine. Amara hesitated at the table, glancing at the food before looking back at me. I gave her a steady, reassuring look.

Jodie teased. Piper finally drew her scattered thoughts together and looked at her friend. "What?" "Who was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastatingly Handsome? Tell me you're finally exploring that kinky side you mentioned you had. He looked like he was into it." Jodie tugged the ends of her gray suit jacket down and leaned against the wall next to the display case. Piper sighed with more than a little envy. Jodie was tall and slender, with dark hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad.

Certain he could feel the burning, finally sated, desire flooding through my veins. “Mmm,” he hummed, rocking his hips against me. “Now I’m better.” He looked down at me, and I smiled lazily. “You really are, aren’t you?” “Yep. What can I say? Being referred to as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome obviously turns me the fuck on.” I laughed and sat up straight. He eased himself out of me before disappearing into my bathroom. He returned with a towel, and I cleaned myself up. I hopped off the table and looked at it.

Rhysand. Tall, dark-haired, devastatingly handsome in a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He stood at the urinal, magnificent cock in hand—thick, long, veined, already half-hard. I froze, staring. He didn’t flinch or cover up immediately. Instead, he took his time, those intense eyes locking onto mine as he slowly tucked himself away and zipped up with deliberate calm. “You lost, sweetheart?” His voice was low, rough velvet.